We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
slow dancing
a powerful and provocative reminder of the communicative abilities of dance and choreography lol i don't even care that it's a john mayer song; i think it's damn good
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